Outside the walls of Hebthej, the shockwave of retreating Gloom spread through the military tents, clearing away all the suffocating pressure of the dark magical element.
The Kingdom Rangers and the Brigades felt it immediately. The Gloom that made the air heavy and unsettling was suddenly gone. They all looked up as the churning, blood-red clouds above the town violently parted, allowing a single, brilliant shaft of natural sunlight to pierce through the rot and strike the earth.
A young Brigadier standing near the barricades dropped his Graceblaster, pointing a happy finger at the sky.
"They did it!" he yelled, his voice filled with overwhelming emotion. "They killed the Demon Head! Hebthej is free!"
A rush of relief and ecstatic triumph spread through the encampment. Hardened veterans fell to their knees in prayer, while others embraced, cheering so loud it echoed against the town's stone walls.
